This afternoon, Davian came in slamming the door. Making Layla startled and woke up from her sleep. "Davian..." Layla said softly. "What's wrong?" "What's wrong, you ask? You didn't pick up your son from school, did you forget?! He's been waiting all day at school and you've been sleeping?!" Davian raised his voice. "But, Davian... Didn't you say that you would pick up Kyle?" "I'm busy at work! I had an urgent meeting earlier! You should understand! I called you many times and you didn't pick up at all." Davian's voice was getting higher. "I... I was vomiting and nauseous earlier... That's why..." "Hahh! You always do that! Kyle is my son! I'd even rather see you hurt than see Kyle hurt!" After saying that, Davian walked out of the bedroom while slamming the door. He didn't care about Layka's feelings at all. _ A few days later, Davian returned to Kyle's school to pick him up. He still didn't talk to the Layla for the past few days. As his steps got closer to Kyle's class, Davian heard Kyle's voice faintly. "Mama? What's wrong with you? You're bleeding!" Hearing that, Davian's heart beat very fast. He immediately ran towards Kyle's voice, his eyes widened to see Kyle trying to help the Layla who was sitting while holding her stomach. The floor below her was covered in blood "Papa? Papa! Mama is bleeding! Mama's bleeding! What's wrong with you?" Kyle started crying out of panic and worry. Davian unceremoniously ran closer and lifted Layla's body easily. "Kyle! We're going to the hospital! Let's hurry!"

Davian sat on the chair next to the Layla's bed, his hand constantly grasping Layla's hand, not letting go for a second. Layla was bleeding lightly from exhaustion, she was two weeks pregnant. Layla almost miscarriage. Davian almost lost his child. Davian recalled his words a few days ago, that he was more willing to see Layla hurt than to see Kyle hurt. "I'm so sorry m, babe... I'm wrong"